| Lord, Thou in all things like wast madeTo us, yet free from sin;
 Then how unlike to us, O Lord,
 Replies the voice within.
 Our faith is weak; O Light of light,Clear Thou our clouded view;
 That Son of Man, and Son of God,
 We give Thee honor due.
 O Son of Man, Thyself hast provedOur trials and our tears;
 Life’s thankless toil and scant repose,
 Death’s agonies and fears.
 O Son of God, in glory raised,Thou sittest on Thy throne:
 Thence, by Thy pleadings and Thy grace,
 Still succoring Thine own.
 Brother and Savior, Friend and Judge!To Thee, O Christ, be given
 To bind upon Thy crown the names
 Most blest in earth and Heaven.
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